"You may be a bastard, sweeting, but you are no Didikani." Anasztaizia said, looking down into Ada's eyes. "Your mama bred true and cast you in her image."

Didikani meant 'half-breed' and Ada was what she was to her bones.

"Your kumpania is very different than mine, then," she continued. "And how would your tseroman look at Hyacinthe? Both with his dromonde and his place in your bed?"